A warm welcome to author Remmy Duchene stopping by Love Bytes to talk about the re release of “Trust and Control”.
Hello!
First, let me start off by introducing myself. I am Remmy Duchene, writer of male/male romance and erotica that is mostly interracial/multicultural. My newest release is new life on an old tale that didn’t get much of a chance the first time around and after some rewrites, Dreamspinner Press has offered Trust and Control a second chance.
In this post, I would like to take a moment to talk to you about control.
Yes, sometimes control is a horrible thing. In the title for my story, it isn’t really. Sex isn’t supposed to be boring—that’s my idea. And whereas I don’t write BDSM, not because I’m against it, but because one, I’d suck at it—trust me, I’ve tried—I mean, there are so many intricacies that you have to follow and so many rules and the like…Do you seriously need an MM Fifty Shades? I’ve spoken to people in the BDSM world and I can’t tell you how pissed off they are at that story. Anyway, different horse for a different race. Where was I…? Oh right, the second reason I don’t write BDSM because it’s just not my thing. I mean, yes, I read the stuff to support some of my favorite authors but I’d rather read it than write it lol.
In Trust and Control there is plenty of kink- of course because I love being a little naughty in my stories. The Control isn’t the crazy obsessive one which calls for court appearances and restraining orders that winds up on an episode of Law and Order SVU. No. This kind of control is the one that happens in the bedroom (or the kitchen table, or in the backseat of a car—where ever you get your freak on, I’m not gonna judge lol). It’s the make your partner beg for more kind of control. It’s the you can’t orgasm until I say you can—the type that makes your blood boils in all the right ways.
So, don’t be shy. Snag a copy of Trust and Control. It’s just a little guilty pleasure that never hurt anyone.
Love to you all,
Remmy Duchene
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Release Date: Nov 14th, 2016
Blurb:
2nd Edition
Wealthy real estate mogul Christophe Lafavre has everything—except any love life to speak of. Though he has a brilliant head for business, when it comes to relationships, he’s often left fumbling in the dark.
To put a stop to the whispers about his pitiful social life, Christophe takes a suggestion from a friend and goes to a club on masquerade night. There, he meets an elusive hottie who calls himself Raj, and though Christophe cannot see Raj’s face, there’s definitely a connection. Over the phone and online, Christophe and Raj get to know each other. Their conversation is easy and arousing. It’s hard for Christophe to believe the strength of the feelings he’s developing toward a man who is still essentially a stranger, but he can’t get Raj out of his head. They eventually give in to their physical longing—but still Raj refuses to show his face or divulge his identity.
When it comes, the revelation will rock Christophe’s world and redefine more than one relationship in his life.
First Edition published as If I was Your Man by Breathless Press, 2013.
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Raj touched his head, dragging his fingers over Christophe’s flesh to his neck, then caressed him in the same way he’d told Christophe to touch himself during their phone session. Christophe’s head immediately began ruling people out. Raj’s fingers weren’t work-roughened, which eliminated the guy at Rex’s shop because a mechanic would have blisters and the like on his hand.
“I think I can guess what you’re thinking,” Raj said. “Your pulse is racing beneath my fingers. Let me try putting your mind at ease. I’m not here to rob you or to make you do anything you don’t want to do. I’d never do that to you. I swear.”
Christophe couldn’t speak. He couldn’t think. He couldn’t breathe.
“Do you understand,” Raj whispered, close to Christophe’s ear.
Christophe nodded.
“Understand that you can stop this and walk away any time you want.” Raj continued to stroke him, caress him. “I won’t feel offended. Tell me you get it.”
“Is that like a safe word?”
Raj laughed. “No safe words. Just two adults being upfront with each other.”
“Okay, any time I want to leave, I can.”
“Of course. I’m not trying to kidnap you or anything.”
There. That sense of humor, the soft flow of the voice over those words. Christophe knew it from somewhere. How was it he couldn’t quite place it? Still, Christophe actually chuckled. “I get it, then.”
“Good. Now, lesson number two. Open your mouth.”
“What…?” Christophe sighed and spread his lips slightly.
He was rewarded with something warm and dripping. At first he thought Raj was using his cock to trace his lips. That thought alone should disgust him, but it didn’t. In fact, Christophe’s dick jerked to life and pushed painfully against the front of his pants.
Christophe inhaled and allowed his tongue to trace his lips.
It was molten chocolate. Christophe tried guessing what the chocolate was on—it hadn’t been Raj’s finger, but something else.
“I want you to bite.”
Christophe sank his teeth downward and was rewarded with the sweet and sour deliciousness of strawberry covered in chocolate. Moaning, he chewed and swallowed, then licked the chocolate from his lips. Soon his mouth was once again covered with more chocolate. This time when Raj ordered him to open his mouth, it was to taste another chocolate-covered strawberry being fed to him by Raj’s mouth. They kissed, pushing the fruit back and forth until it dissolved.
It didn’t seem to matter because the kiss that followed left Christophe feeling as though he wanted to be used, to be thoroughly fucked, and he wasn’t going to stop it. Raj held Christophe’s hands at his side and deepened the kiss. Their tongues swirled about one another mercilessly, beautifully. Raj sucked Christophe’s lip in and released it with a small snap, only to pick up the upper lip for the same action.
Christophe whimpered, but Raj simply moved his mouth down to his neck and licked.
“I’m going to strip for you, baby,” Raj whispered.
“But I can’t see.”
“You don’t need to. It’s all about touch, smells, sounds, and tastes.”
Multi-published Remmy Duchene was born in St. Anns, Jamaica and moved to Canada at a young age. When not working or writing, Remmy loves dabbling in photography, travelling and spending time with friends and family.
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Twitter: https://twitter.com/remmduchene